Uncle Wiggily's Adventures eBook

“I am seeking my fortune,” replied the
old gentleman rabbit, “and trying to get better
of my rheumatism. Dr. Possum told me to travel,
and have adventures, and I’ve had quite a few
already.”

“Well, I hope you find your fortune and that
it turns out to be a very good one,” said the
kind crow. “But it is coming on night now.
Have you any place to stay?”

“No,” replied the rabbit, “I haven’t.
I never thought about that. What shall I do?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” said the crow.
“I’d let you stay in my nest, but it is
up a high tree, and you would have trouble climbing
in and out. But near my nest-house is an old
hollow stump, and you can stay in that very nicely.”

“Are there any bears in it?” asked Uncle
Wiggily, careful-like.

“Oh, no; not a one. It is very safe.”

So the crow showed Uncle Wiggily where the hollow
stump was, and he slept there all night, on a soft
bed of leaves. And when he awakened in the morning
he had breakfast with the crow and once more started
off to seek his fortune.

Well, pretty soon, in a short while, not so very long,
he came to a little house made of bark, standing in
the middle of a deep, dark, dismal woods. And
on the door of the house was a sign which read:

“If you want to be surprised, open this door
and come in.”

“Perhaps I can find my fortune in there, and
get rid of the rheumatism,” thought Uncle Wiggily,
so he hopped forward. And just as he did so he
heard a voice calling to him:

“Don’t go in! Don’t go in there,
Uncle Wiggily!”

The rabbit looked up, and saw Johnnie Bushytail, the
squirrel boy, waving his paws at him. Well, Uncle
Wiggily started to jump back away from the door of
the little house, but it was too late. Out came
a scraggily-raggily claw, which grabbed him, while
a voice cried out:

“Ah, ha! Now I have you! Come right
in!”

And then, before you could shake a stick at a bad
dog, the door was slammed shut and locked, and there
Uncle Wiggily was inside the house, and Johnnie Bushytail
was crying outside.

“That’s the end of poor Uncle Wiggily!”
said Johnnie. But it wasn’t. For I’ll
not leave the old gentleman rabbit alone in the house
with that clawy creature. And in the next story,
providing our wash lady doesn’t put my new straw
hat in the soap suds, and take all the color out of
the ribbon, I’ll tell you about Uncle Wiggily
and Fido Flip-Flop.

STORY IV

UNCLE WIGGILY AND FIDO FLIP-FLOP

Well, as soon as Uncle Wiggily found himself inside
the bear’s den—­oh, just listen to
me! That was in the other story, wasn’t
it? Yes, we left him in the funny little house
in the woods, with the clawy creature grabbing him.

Now, what do you suppose that clawy creature was?
Why, a great, big owl, to be sure, with round, staring,
yellow eyes, and he had grabbed Uncle Wiggily in his
claws, and pulled him inside the house.